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WELL, SO MUCH for that grand plan. Harry tried taking ( Y/N ) to Hagrid's, but before he could open the door she immediately closed it with her mind. Harry was more confused, but ( Y/N ) was able to tell him about the 'Bad men' in the Muggle world. So the knew plan was; keep her out of sight.

During study, the trio got to introduce her to the grand hall. Her eyes brightened at the sight of how large it was and all the candles floating in the air.

Hermione told her that sometimes the ceiling would be hexed to look like the night sky. She read about it in 'Hogwarts: A History'. They also gave her the heads up about the owls flying in for mail if they were to ever come.

She could see a man fly in and he sent her a wave. Without knowing what to do, ( Y/N ) waved back as he flew away into the walls. "That's Nearly Headless Nick, he's one of the ghosts here."

( Y/N ) frowned in confusion. "Nearly?"

"You don't want to find out,"

Flash! ( Y/N ) perked up at the bright light from the camera of a young blonde boy in his first year. He was panting for breathe, which meant he probably ran over here. He stood next to where ( Y/N ) was sitting with Hermione and looked towards Harry and Ron.

"I'm Collin Creevey," He smiled. "I'm in Gryffindor too."

"Hi, Collin. Nice to meet you," Harry's eyes blinked from the bright flash as he tried to get his vision back.

Collin turned to face Ron. "Say, do you think your friend here could take a photo of me and you standing together?" He asked.

"You know, to prove I've met you. It's for me dad," Collin continued. "He's a milkman, you know. A Muggle  like all our family has been until me."

Ron and Harry shared a side smirk before turning back to Collin, who was explaining how he found out he was a wizard and when he got his Hogwarts letter. As he was explaining, they could hear an owl squeak from behind them.

"Ron, isn't that your owl?"  A boy who's name was Dean questioned.

An owl flew down and across the table all the way into a chip bowl, spilling chips everywhere. ( Y/N ) could see the blonde kid and his friends laughing at the poor owl crash. Harry explained that was Draco Malfoy's and his Slytherin's friends and that they were their bullies from last year.

"Bloody bird's a menace," Ron picked a up a red letter as the owl flapped his wings and flew away. "Oh, no."

"Look, everyone. Weasley's got himself a Howler," Seamus smirked.

"Go on, Ron," Neville said. "I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible."

Ron sighed and slowly opened the letter. "Ronald Weasley!"

The voice of his mother boomed through the letter and it quickly flew up and turned into a mouth. Ron went eye-wide as the letter began yelling at him.

"How dare you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted!" The woman, who's name was Molly Weasley continued. "Your father's now facing an inquiry at work and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line we'll send you straight home!"

The letter then turned to the redhead girl who was Ron's younger sister. "Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

Before shredding into pieces, the letter stuck its tongue out at Ron. He frowned, looking up from the shredded letter and whispering filled the hall.

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( Y/N ) SAT NEXT to Hermione in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione explained that it was to protect them from wizards such as Death Eaters and the others who were in Azkaban or just what ( Y/N ) called 'the bad men'.

A man in a yellow robe headed out the door and onto the staircases. He had a smug grin on his face as he looked down at the students below him.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," the man spoke. "Me."

"Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin. Third Class. Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner... of 'Witch Weekly's' Most Charming Smile Award," Lockhart looked at a portrait of himself and smiled, and the portrait smiled back at him.

He walked down to the classroom. "But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her."

Lockhart was the only one who laughed while Harry and Ron just stared at each other, and a couple of the other boys did to. ( Y/N ) frowned in confusion, finding his while thing just plain annoying.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books, well done," He smiled before he walked to the desk. "Now, today I thought we'd start today with a little quiz."

He took a pile of parchment from his desk and headed towards the desks. Lockhart passed two to Hermione who's mouth dropped agape as she gave one to ( Y/N ), who shrugged.

"What color is his favorite?" ( Y/N ) read in a whisper, frowning.

"It's lilac," Hermione replied softly with a smile.

Professor Lockhart walked back to his desk with the same grin he had before and placed the extra parchment down, 'you have 30 minutes. Start!"

( Y/N ) had never taken a quiz before, but thanks to Hermione giving her one answer at least she'd get something write. By the time the sand in the hour glass fell, Lockhart collected the paper and shook his head walking back to the front desk. This guy was a piece of work.

"Tut, tut," He clicked his tongue. "Hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac."

"But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hare care potions," He sent her a wink causing her to sigh.

He placed the papers down before walking to a cage which had a maroon blanket covered upon it. "Now... be warned. It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind."

"You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room,"

( Y/N ) eye-wide wondering what he meant, but shook it off so no one would get suspicious. Though, Draco seemed to be the only one who noticed with an eyebrow raised.

"Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here," He continued. "I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them!"

He took off the blanket and revealed purple colored creatures, itching to get out of their cage. They made loud squealing noises, kind of like the Mandrakes did back in the Greenhouse. Seamus, who was sitting next to Neville only chuckled with a smirk on his face.

"Cornish pixies?"

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies," Lockhart stated.

Harry, Ron, Neville and Seamus began laughing.

"Laugh you will, Mr. Finnigan but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters," He then put her hand on the lock. "Let's see what you make of them."

He opened the cage and some pixies cheered as they flew up into the classroom. Hermione and ( Y/N ) swung out of the way, knocking a few books over in the process. The pixies began ripping pages out of books, pulling Neville up to the ceiling and hanging him on the chandelier.

Harry, Hermione, ( Y/N ) and Ron hid under some desks with books to hit the pixies. "Get off me!"

"Stop," Harry held a book in his hand. "Hold still."

Harry knocked a pixie out of the way. Lockhart tried to get them away, but the attempt didn't go so well and he only got his wand stolen. Some pixies started hanging from a skeleton model and then throwing it to the floor.

"I'll just ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage," And just like that, Lockhart ran off.

"What do we do now?" Ron whined, hitting a few pixies with books.

Hermione stood from the floor, grabbed her wand and shouted; "Immobulus!"

The pixies froze in their position and started floating away slowly as Neville stayed up in his chandelier. "Why is it always me?"

In honor of Collin's first appearance, here's a little Collin Creevey meme I found:

- see you soon, meg !